Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dark Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
Delta 5,
Parry Music,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.